C233 Dragon and phoenix dance of the ninth heaven

Outside the simple room, A Weng stood quietly in front of the door with his back bent.

Hearing suppressed coughs from time to time in the room, A Weng's brows tightly knitted, and his cloudy eyes were filled with helplessness and sadness.

After a while, the sturdy A Que walked over and gave A Weng a robe.

"Young Master, you haven't slept at all?"

A Weng sighed and shook his head